The windows of your chevey are rolled down and you're driving down the road deep in Texas. You're humming along to some music adusting your glasses. You're driving out here to meet up with some old family friends the Sawyers. You don't remember much of them but your family says that you used to hang out all the time.

Just as you pull up to the gas station your car runs out of gas. You sigh in relief and get out. You start feeling sluggish and walk inside. The smell of cigarettes and cooking meat filling the air.

"Hello?" You say pushing your hair out of your face. "I'm looking for a Drayton Sawyer!" You say walking around the old building. Soon a man in a brown shirt and pants walks out with an annoyed look on his face.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm looking for a Drayton Sawyer." You say.

"Well I'm him."

"Oh hi I'm y/n l/n. My parents said you're family friends of ours. I hope they told you I'm coming for a visit." Dreyton smiles and holds out his hand for you to shake. You take it.

"Oh yes y/n. I remember you when you were a baby. You and Bubba played so much together. Here why don't I take you back to the house." This entire time you've grown weaker and weaker.

"Yeah um I just need to sit down this um heat is getting to me." You say siting on a near by bench. Drayton nods and goes to the back.

"Let me just get my truck!" While he's gone you close your eyes and pass out from the heat. Hours went by and you finally wake up. You're in a small bedroom in an unfamilar house. You sit up in the bed and look around. There's a small window, a dresser. a vanity and mirror, a night stand and a closet. The blanket you're under is old and word down just like the lumpy mattress. You get out of the bed an open the door looking into a hallway.

"Hello?" You say looking for some stairs. "Drayton? Where am I?" You find the stairs and walk down them. You enter a dining room area and notice a tall muscular man in the kitchen. "Hello?" You say startling the man.

"Oh I'm sorry I'm y/n l/n. I don't know where I am." You notice the man is wearing a dirty leathery mask. sewn together with a thick black string. The man approaches you. "Do you know where Drayton is?" You ask. The man shakes his head. "Is this his house?" He nods. "Are you mute? Or is something wrong?" The man grunts and the front door behind you opens.

"Oh y/n you're awake. You must've passed out from the uh heat. I see you've said hi to Bubba." Drayton says. Memory start flowing as you remember playing with a boy around your age out in the middle of nowhere. You turn back to Bubba who's standing there. "Don't just stand there boy get to work on dinner!" Drayton shouts and Bubba. He goes back to the kitchen and gets to work.

"Um is it just the two of you?" You ask turning back to Drayton.

"Oh no uh there's also Chop top, grandpa and uh Nubbins. Those two coon shits are uh out somewhere causing trouble. Here I'll uh get you something to drink go have a seat in the dining room." Drayton walks off and you go sit at the table. You notice what appears to be a corpse in a wheelchair sitting with you. You scream and quickly stand up. Drayton quickly runs back in holding a bottle of coke.

" What going on in here?" He ask. You point to the man in the wheelchair and Drayton sighs.

"Oh that's just grandpa. He's uh 122 years old the old fellow." He hands you the drink and you take it sitting back down at the table.